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Monday, September 3, 2012

Dawning

Here's a poem that I wrote this week. Not really horror or fantasy related, just a bit of observation.

Dawning


We grow used to darkness
that chills like ice
as long as it is spaced apart
from our neighbor's light
and their darkness from ours
so we may not bear witness

We watch with caloused eye
the bleeding deluge of
our evening news, telling
visions in the dark
seeing nothing... nothing but
the answers we desire

Gray shadows cast long in the 
late afternoon of our brains
deepening to black, into starless night
the full moon rising as a symbol
of our shuttered hearts
the great god of zero

Good men grope through darkness
their fingers raw from scaled walls
sometimes finding a vein of light
directly in front of them
mining the shining truth
from where it has always been waiting

Good men realize
darkness deceives the heart
and bewitches the eye
they fight on through the midnights
finding life and enlightenment
with the coming of each dawn





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